The Circle: Rain's Story (12 page)

She closed her eyes
and shook her head slowly. “See Smitty, maybe under other circumstances we would have took him up on his offer, get our shit back, and then kill him. We understood the codes of the streets, catch a nigga slipping…” Rain shrugged her shoulders, jerked her hands open, both palms upwards and admitted, “It’s just business, but what that nigga did different….he made it personal when he mentioned the Porters name. Just like him Smitty…. you done fucked up and made it personal.” Smitty dropped his head and started shaking his head rapidly and cried…“Rain please….let me….” He stopped short of talking further and cringed for cover when Face lurched towards him.

“Oh, you ain’t heard nothing yet.” Rain said with pleasure. “After we ripped out all his teeth, he kept trying to pass out because the pain was so excruciating, but we kept
giving him smelling salt to bring him back to consciousness. We wasn’t about to let him get off that easy.” Rain stated proudly.

“After we cut out his tongue
and laid it next to his teeth. We started ripping out his finger nails, one by one.” Rain’s face turned into a prune as she described it to him. “To this day, I never heard a person scream like that.” She shook her head as she recalled the moment. “Anyway, after we cut off his fingers and all his toes, he could barely scream or cry anymore, but we weren’t finished with him.”

Rain started admiring her finger nails while speaking in an almost casual tone. “After that, we started shaking him by his shoulders.” She stopped playing with her nails and looked him in his eyes. “I
would have never known this if I didn’t see it for myself, but did you know that is the most painful and most horrible way to torture a person?” She scooted her chair even closer to him, within inches, and explained while grabbing both his shoulders. “Did you know you can shake a man to his death because you are actually rattling his brain and if you do it long enough, his whole body will feel like it’s on fire because the brain is loosening itself from the skull since it is the most sensitive organ in the human body. Let me show you.”

Rain scooted backwards while signaling with her head for Face to come
do the honors. Face took a firm grip of Smitty’s shoulders and starting shaking him violently, bucking Smitty’s head back and forth as if he was a rag doll. Less than a minute later, Rain gave him the order that it was enough. Rain stooped down to study Smitty’s eyes that seemed to have disappeared, showing only the whites of his now, bloodshot eyes until finally they returned. Sure that he was responsive again, she got back down to business.

“I’m going to say this once Smitty. It’s no way out of this shit and you’re going to die today. That shit ain’t negotiable.”

Rain watched Smitty breakdown and convulse violently
and started pleading with his terror filled eyes.

“C’mon, Smitty. Even you know me better than that.” She pondered for a second and recited
…..
“If you know the enemy and know yourself you need not fear the results.”
she smirked and said.

“You know me and I know you and you should know how this shit works. Your time is up, so stop that bitch shit
. But, I will give you an opportunity of a quick death to spare you from needless torturing like him, if you tell me every…and I mean everything.” Rain stressed. “Without hesitating, stuttering or pausing. So, if you lie to me once, just once….I’m going to start pulling out your small intestines first, the same way you did my girl. Do you understand me?”

Deafeni
ng silence loomed, until Smitty took in a deep breath and finally accepted his fate and shook his head. Satisfied, Rain asked the obvious as his face strained with wrinkles. 

“Why, Smitty?”

Smitty could barely focus his eyes, but strained hard enough to make out her silhouette and answered defiantly.

“Nobody get
s out of the game once you in the thick of it Rain. You knew that. If you in for a penny, you in for a pound, and ain’t no in between. You married to this shit and the only way out for motherfuckers like us is death!” Rain didn’t say a word. “You really thought after all the shit I taught you and your brother, you could just walk away from this shit or live the rest of y’all lives in paradise? After all the shit, all the murders and robberies you and your family did, all the shit you know about me… you thought I was gonna just let y’all walk away that easy?”

Smitty stared at her as if she was insane.
“Ya mother made you, but I owned y’all ever since and it was no way I was gonna sit back and wait for one of y’all to give me up after all I worked for. An old man in prison ain’t no pretty sight.” Rain studied his face and asked.

“So, you put the feds on us?” Smitty erupted and answered emphatically
.

“You goddamn right I put the feds on you.
It was y’all or me. Feds don’t just stop looking for a motherfucker after all the shit we did.”

He said outright. “
I put them on to you since the first time you told me about that fuck shit, to get out of the business. The thing I fucked up on was letting you slip by, and called my connect with the agent, and let them know they could catch all of you together, with the evidence and all in one shot. But I didn’t anticipate you making a stop and go suck on a bitch pussy, and miss out on the bust.” Rain didn’t flinch and asked her final question.

“Why did you kill my girl?”
Smitty looked at her wondering if she was serious and answered.

“Cause she was your bitch.
” He stated cruelly, as blood and spit splattered out his mouth. “I didn’t know what you told her about me while you were licking her pussy?” Smitty focused his gaze directly at Rain and reminded her. “You know damn well that pussy brought every nigga to their knees and became their downfall. I had to know if she gave you my name, that’s why I tortured the pretty bitch first. She was just collateral damage and simply wasn’t worth keeping her alive to take that chance.”

Rain
was boiling inside and had heard all she needed to know. When she stood to her feet, she knocked the chair over in the process. While pulling out the automatic weapon she had in her waist, then cocked it back, putting a bullet in the chamber. Rain stared down upon him, gun hanging at her side and said, “Ready?” Smitty closed his eyes, took a breath and said cryptically…..

“I do repent; but heaven hath pleas'd it so. To punish me with this, and this with me, that I must be their scourge and minister. I will bestow him, and will answer well. The death I gave him. So again good night. I must be cruel only to be kind. Thus bad begins and worse remains behind.”
Smitty stared at Rain with a blank gaze. Rain could tell he made amends with himself and his God and said

“Hamlet
by Shakespeare,” she said and then raised the gun and recited her own last words. “Et tu, Brute?" Smitty gave her a trembling smile.

“And you too, Brutus?"
             

“
Julius Caesar by William Shakespeare.” Rain nodded, then lifted her arm, and placed a single shot to the front of his head, killing him instantly.

Rain stood in silence for nearly a half hour
admiring his brain matter and blood leak from his head. It was as if she was giving Smitty a gruesome funeral service. Reflecting all those years together, how he taught her and her family so much, how they became millionaires together, how close and loyal they were, and how it had come down to this. She stood, cramming to understand. Not one of the men saying a word, allowing her to make her peace.

Finally, in spite of it all,
she wiped a small tear from her eyes and used her hand to close both his hollow and deathly eyes and walked away.

*
              *              *

On the move once again, Rain was filled
with bitterness and full of satisfaction. She was a woman on fire with a very bad and dangerous attitude. Now that she knows how one person’s contempt and selfishness could change so many people’s lives at a blink of an eye. She was sure from past experience that the man who she’s known for virtually her whole life, would never be seen or heard from ever again.

CHAPTER 19

One week later, on a cold and windy Tuesday afternoon, Rain sat at a table in the back of a Starbucks in downtown DC, near George Washington Hospital. She was going over her brother Dayvid’s case in detail with a law clerk at the suggestion of Mr. Morganstein. He knew the inner workings of federal related crimes and cases in his eighteen year tenure with the U.S. District Court of the Eastern District.

The clerk,
Robert Downs, was actually a lawyer himself and had his jurist degree, but to be a clerk in the US Attorney’s Office was considered crème de crème position, because of the actual liberal power and connects, they rubbed shoulders with on a daily basis. Often times they knew the laws and codes better than the majority of the judges that sat on the bench. Robert Downs’s knowledge was for sale, and was trusted. Mr. Morganstein had used his service for over 15 years. Rain and Clerk Downs sat for hours discussing the case, and with each revelation, it seemed more and more dismal of his chance to ever see the light of day again.

After three
straight hours, nothing more needed to be explained. The meeting had come to an end. Rain then unzipped her bag and slid an envelope across the table that contained five thousand dollars in it.

Clerk Downs e
xpelled a confused look and stuttered, “Mr. Morganstein wired my fees to me already.”

Rain stood to her feet and said cas
ually while waving him off. “Just consider that five cash a little tip for your informative services. But, if you have a card I can call you directly next time I need a little more information.”

He looked at the protruding, thick white envelope on the table and quickly reached inside his
shirt pocket and removed his business card and a pen, and began scribbling on the back it.

“This is my card and I put my cell number on the back so you
can reach me directly.”

Rain smiled, took the card, thanked him and walked off.
She didn’t know if she would ever use his services or not, but she was sure of one thing, she refused to leave her brother rotting in a cold prison cell for the rest of his life.

Into the cold
crisp night, Rain was now on a suicide mission. She was determined to do whatever it took to break her brother free, even if it meant taking innocent souls to hell with her.

Mr. Morganstein, brief case in hand, walked down the isolation wing at the North Branch Correctional Institution, located in Cumberland M
aryland and where Dayvid was being held under twenty-four hour, high security watch. He was only let out his cell for three reasons and three reasons only: to shower, to see his lawyer, or go to his preliminary hearings, which was to be held in Baltimore in two weeks.

He was moved there after the unseen and deadly event that took the lives of three law enforcement officials, a prison
escape, his sister Autumn Porter, and the assailant and murderer, his twin sister Rain Porter. For obvious reasons, he was moved to the segregated unit due to his high profile case. So he was not housed in the booking system with other prisoners because of the power he had, separating him from any potential involvement with prisoners and staff, because his other sister Fallon’s escape. They weren’t taking any chances. The under bowels of the facility had sixty identical cells. Each twelve-foot square had no windows, no bars, concrete floors and cylinder block walls. The cell doors was solid metal with narrow slots near the bottom, that served as dual purpose; entry and exit of food trays, and for them to stick their wrists in and out to get handcuffed or uncuffed. The segregated unit held the worst of the worst. Everything from murderers, government informants, organized crime figures, even a few government spies. They were locked away there because they had nowhere else to go before they go to trial and sentencing, and would be a menace, or victim, anywhere else.

When Mr. Morganstein
walked up to the final door, it clanged open and there was Dayvid Porter— fully handcuffed from ankle to hip and hip to wrist, with two burly and stern looking correction officers hovering over him.

At the sight of Dayvid, Mr. Morganstein was appalled
because his client looked as if he was hog-tied. With absolutely no introduction at all, he barked at the stone-faced and robotic like officers. “Would you uncuff my client? He has tons of legal documents to read and sign.”

Both officers followed his instructions, slowly of course, to save face. One
unlocked Dayvid’s feet and one uncuffed his wrists. Then took a step backwards in the same position they were previously.

Still not satisfied, he asked with smug frustration. “Could me and my client get some privacy?
”